This Really Happened 1

This is actually a true tale from a handful of years ago, about which I've been rightly conflicted with regards to publicly airing. I've ached to do so, 'cuz it's kinda hot but it's also kinda scary, although I've coped with it since while still entertaining fantasies of it.

It happened on a comfy June afternoon at a local forested park here in Western PA where I live and often go for long hikes and workout sessions. I was in shiny burgundy ballet tights, seamless upfront and seamed in back, virtually painted on and as tight as anything that I've ever worn --- and I've many tights, as I dance ballet and wear them privately but also while out & about publicly, always. They fit in such a way as to dig in deeply into my ass, spreading my ballet glutes wide and tickling me outta my mind back there, omg. It's like being constantly ass-tongued but not being able to do

anything

about it.

Anyhow, the tights virtually fucked me all throughout my workout enough so that I had to fight off an orgasm all along, otherwise I'd have ended up wildly spasming on the forest floor, coming loudly so that all within a half mile's radius in all directions would've heard.

Finally I finished my ballet & exercise routines and made my way back to my CRV asap, as I was feeling that ol' familiar feeling yet again....that of a massive orgasm having built up after hours of squirming around in spandex.....

No sooner did I enter my car than did I feel it comin'....so I flopped over onto my big backseat, stretched out and proceeded to cum. OMG, did I

ever

cum. As I spasmed again and again, the backseam of my tight leggings kept digging deeper into my ass, drawn in by my gluteal clenchings, and that in turn drew the fabric across my cock in front all the tighter as well. So essentially, by body conspired with my tights to rape me, truth be told, as I came & came & came, flopping around my car's backseat with no way to control or stop it at all.

Near the end of this sexual torment, I was wracked by 1 last big paroxysm of pleasure which lifted me up off of the seat and flipped me down onto the backseat's floor, no less. It's there where I lay panting, sighing, moaning with total exhaustion....face down, sprawled around within my tights which were virtually glued onto me by then, soaking wet with sweat & sperm.

It was about 3pm when this happened, as I recall noticing my car's clock as I had entered it and was about to cum. I passed out on the backseat's floor, unsurprisingly, & then something happened which really freaked me out, understandably. I didn't report what happened next, mainly because I was too embarrassed about it....but excited too.

Anyhow, I'd passed out, like I said, and I recall dreaming. There was this one point wherein I was dreaming that I was face down somewhere with some stranger's hands on my thighs and his fingers caressing my ass....It was a guy alright, and I was getting hot & aroused & orgasmic again, naturally.

Something didn't seem "right" about it all, however, so I forced myself to snap back to some semblance of consciousness and sure enough, it

wasn't

right at all.

There was a

guy

in my car. I was still on my backseat's floor, face down, mouth buried in the floor mat, barely able to breathe, and he was atop me. I couldn't see him at all, of course, but he smelled sweaty. He was strong and in shape, it felt like, and I felt some sort of spandexy feeling from his legs onto the backs of mine, so perhaps he was in some sort of running tights or the like as well.

In my haste to enter my car and then amidst my wild orgasming thereafter, I'd not locked my doors, and evidently this guy had seen me earlier and watched me and then followed me, I guess. He said something about "raping hot little cockteases like (me)" and I was seriously scared that he'd do it. I'm

no

tease but I've got the ballet body built for tights which I've got, and I enjoy a hot fantasy or 2 or 3 accordingly.

Anyhow, I was scared to death at this point but didn't know what to do. Crying out would never be heard. Pleading with him wasn't an option either, I suspected. Before I had a chance to even try, however, he grabbed the back of my tights at the waist and pulled up high. The tights' backseam entered my asshole, with wedgie-like force, then he jammed what felt like his tongue into me and began tongue-fucking me. I was SO terrified but at the same time I was going

crazy

with this new pleasure. I felt his tongue actually push my tights into my ass, Luv. He licked me wildly back there over and over and my pinned-down body could do nothing about it. I was thrashing and thrusting and writhing around like crazy, but his hot tongue kept at me nonstop.

I was

so

damn scared all this while that he'd tear a hole in my tights eventually, or just pull them down altogether, and actually rape me. Instead though, after an eternity of pulling my tights up instead and tonguing me to death, he

kept

doing that but then also reached his right arm around me, forced his hand down in between the car floor and my pelvis, wriggled his hand down onto the seamless front of my ballet tights, and began caressing and massaging my cock, which had already earlier cum itself empty. I was certain that I couldn't cum again for many hours...

This bastard's tongue kept assaulting my spandexed asshole though, and somehow my cock responded to his caresses and stiffened again, despite my every damned attempt to keep it from doing so. I wanted this guy to get frustrated and leave me alone, but when my cock hardened yet again, he was evidently inspired. He then did the 1 thing which drove me

totally

outta my mind. With his thumb he found my cockhead through my tights and dug into my hole, caressing the tip around it and then back into my hole. I went into sexual hysteria and delirium. That's a sensation that is just

too

too much for me and my body and mind to withstand. I

begged

him to please Please

PLEASE

stop....Stop!......But of course he didn't. He just kept rubbing me.....

I was literally crying at this point, not with pain but with ecstatic torment unlike anything I'd ever before experienced -- except that my body can't handle so

much

of it, nonstop, all at the same time, and my brain can't process so

much

tactile stimulation all at once, nonstop...

I was thrashing around so violently at this point, trying to get away so that the sweet agony would stop. I almost did, too, but there's really very little room on a car's back floor, so I was stuck beneath this tormentor with nowhere to go.

He kept rubbing my cocktip through my tights until I truly was in a state of hysteria --

then

he took me into

total

delirium. He took his tongue out of my asshole and replaced it with a big fat finger, jamming it

and

my tights so deep into my ass that I thought it'd all come out the other side somehow. He wriggled it around inside me and then took his other hand which had been caressing my cockhead thru my tights and somehow found a way to actually get

into

my tights, to directly touch and hold my cock itself. He grabbed and clutched it, then his thumb went back to work on my cock's tip, this time directly onto my skin.....

I saw

stars

.....I

screamed

pleas for mercy from his finger in my ass and his thumb on my cocktip.....I've a high pleasure threshhold, so it takes a lot (of pleasure) before I finally cum, most of the time. This guy raped me, for all intents & purposes, for I don't even know

how

long, and all the while I was on this cliff edge, just hanging there, just on the

verge

of orgasm but not being allowed to have one just yet. It drove me out of my mind.

I tried oh so hard to keep from coming, because I was truly afraid of what it would do to my already exhausted body. Then again, I recall thinking that if it'd all just end and be over with, he'd leave. Somehow he kept me on that cliff edge forever, however, while I begged & moaned &

screamed

for the torture to end. It was real (sexual)

torture

too...never-ending...

I guess that he finally felt sympathy for me when he began synchronizing his assault on my asshole with his assault on my cockhead. He began swirling and wriggling

2

fingers in my spandexed asshole in harmony with his right thumb's torment of my cocktip. I felt my entire body tense up. My ass muscles clenched around the guy's fingers in me and sucked them in further, tights included, while my cock hardened (yet

again

!) in his right hand and began to pulse and convulse. There's

no

way that my spent body could cum yet

again

today, although I am naturally multi'-orgasmic to start with, of course. PLEASE no, I prayed & pleaded.....Yet one

more

time it did!

With some sort of lightning flash that seared through me in a pleasurably painful instant, my entire body whipsawed on my car's floor and thrashed in pure raw violent ecstasy, and I felt and heard all kinds of snaps and crackles and pops within me. I screamed the

highest

pitch scream that I've ever screamed --- and I've screamed a

lot

. Eardrums pounded, eyes streamed tears of hyper-intense pleasure, and I went into what would pass for an epileptic

seizure

of sorts, except that it was a massive super-orgasm which spasmed all throughout my violently wracked body in wave after wave after wave...

The guy's fingers in my spandexed asshole dug even

deeper

until I felt his whole hand would slide in. Up front, my cock began streaming a river of semen onto the guy's thumb and hand which he lubricated with my juice and then stroked my cock, up & down within my tights, all the while that I was coming....all throughout my multiple orgasms. As 1 series of convulsions would end, yet another one would begin.

He stayed in my ass and clenched my cock all the while, and I kept gushing out....into and onto his stroking hand, lathering it, like with soap.

I begged and begged and for it all to finally end, as I felt muscles pull and nerve tips explode and joints pop within me. Even with this guy atop me, I flailed and flopped around wildly like a speared fish on a boat deck, orgasming in endless wave after wave.

After a seriously long

forEVER

of orgasming beyond human endurance, my body finally took over and gradually just collapsed, spent, drained, exhausted. I'd wailed aloud with

each

of the many convulsions, so my voice was nearly gone now too. My asshole and the tights and fingers in it were all wet with sweat. My cock had gushed what felt like a quart of hot semen into the guy's hand and throughout the front of my tights. It continued to throb and pulse in the guy's hand, even as I was about to faint yet again; I really didn't want to pass out with him atop me.

I guess what happened next was natural, given what this guy had just done to me and how I had aroused him all throughout. He removed both of his hands from me, stretched out along my legs and back, pressed his own hard tighted cock between my spandexed ass cheeks, and began stroking up & down, back & forth between them.

Rather quickly, I felt the guy tense up atop me, jamming his big cock even deeper in between my glutes. Then he screamed aloud and began convulsing out of

his

mind, virtually fucking me from behind. I felt a huge load of hot semen right through his own spandex and onto me & mine, then he swirled around and smeared it into my tights like he was "marking" me or branding me. Between his semen and mine and our sweat, I was SO drenched. Soaking wet...through and through.

It was then that I heard something of a siren outside in the distance, coming closer, and it's that which seems to have spooked my assailant into finally departing. He lifted himself off of me only after leaning forward, down into me, and putting his mouth to my ear, telling me that if I ever show my "hot ass" there again, he'd fully fuck me so hard and so long that I'd feel his cock come up out of my mouth and will drown in all of the semen he'd shoot into me.

Then he took a cheapshot swipe at the back of my head, damn him, and a parting finger-jab into my tighted asshole once more on the way out. I nearly yelped with pain and pleasure yet again but was so completely exhausted by then. Seriously, had he stuck around and actually raped my ass, I'd have been totally unable to stop him, such was my condition by then.

Finally this beast got off of me as the siren came & went. I was either too frightened or too exhausted to exert the effort to look up & identify him as he left. I just laid there, still panting and soaking wet with semen and sweat. I heard my car door open, then shut; he was gone.

I waited a few minutes, then gradually mustered up enough strength to raise myself from my car's floor, sit on the back seat, and carefully look around outside.

I saw nothing, no one at all. It was quiet, too. I locked my car doors (finally), plopped over into my front seat, started the car and quickly drove away.

When I got back home here, I looked myself over in the mirror. My tights were still soaked....and

glued

onto me, clutching every single curve of my body. So as to then shower, it took an eternity to peel them off. I gave up and just jumped into the shower with them on instead. All

that

did was glue them on even

more

so, but I eventually removed them and cleaned up. I laundered the things right away, but not before holding them for a few minutes first, mainly to relive the whole experience, for better or not. They're my trophy of survival as well as of the sex that I've had in them, as in

all

of my tights.

These

though are different now.

I didn't know what to do then other than to file this whole experience away as 1 wherein I was just lucky. I've been "attacked" before, rather mildly and tamely compared to yesterday's assault. I've been pawed and groped and licked, sucked and fucked, always in tights...but never raped, at least not like

that

. I fantasize about it all the time, but that's different. Maybe it's just how I dress, but hey --- I am who I am. I look good in tights and feel good in tights, and tights luv me right back. I'm in them all the time, everywhere, and I'm not going to change that now, nor am I going to avoid a beautiful park because of a threat from a bully thug, either. I'll just have to be more vigilant and careful from now on, that's all.

Despite the so very scary circumstances of it all, I have to admit that the sex was great, in that a hot fantasy came true and I experienced so very

very

much extreme pleasure throughout it all. The more that I tried to suppress it, the more my attacker did to fully overwhelm me and prevail, which he did so thoroughly. I was a virgin (with men) then although

women

had already done so much to me (sexually) prior to, in that some of this wasn't necessarily fully a "first" per se for me. It was my first forced encounter with a male, however, and it was quite different than anything done to me by anyone else ever before. I'm still in tights 24/7/365 though, so.....sooner or later.....history repeats...

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